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MC suprises RFA + Saeran with a kiss on a selfie


Zen

  • Selfie? Selfie with you? Sign him up!
  • “Here, babe. The light works better here.” “This angle looks better, babe”
  • There’s so much prep you’re almost giving up the selfie.
  • But… it could still be nice if you add a little twist…
  • “Okay, babe, here we g… ooohh!”
  •  It’s a cute pic of you kissing his cheek. You thought he would have trembled a little, but no…
  • He still looks flawless.

Yoosung

  • He got a little self-conscious after injuring his eye, so he avoids pictures
  • But you guys were on a date at a bookstore, and there was no way of not holding the memory of it through a pic.
  •  “You… you take it, MC.”
  • Okay… he would rather take it from a different angle, one when his eye couldn’t be seen…
  • “Say cheese, Yoosung!”
  • It’s an adorable pic of him getting all flustered when you turned your head to kiss his eye.
  • Boy can’t stop staring at this pic. Not only you look cute, he looks really nice as well…

Jaehee

  • She doesn’t take a lot of selfies, unless it is with you
  • Working on a new recipe for the café? Selfie! Hanging out at the movies? Selfie! On a date and Zen asks for a selfie of you two? Selfie!
  • So when you pull her for a selfie, she’s smiling and doing a piece sign almost instinctively
  • Just when you’re turning your face for the smooch, she notices and turns to you.
  • “MC?” “Jaehee?”
  • Both of you are flustered messes on the pic.
  • Zen is squealing when he gets it. “You look so cuuuute!”

Jumin

  • He tries, but his selfies with you always turn out in… guess, a blur.
  • So most of his pics with you are taken professionally
  • And it’s great, all of them look so stunning, but… what about something more spontaneous?
  • So you sit on his lap as he’s going through some papers at his office. He doesn’t mind when you do this and actually feels motivated to finish work so he can pay attention to you.
  • “Jumin, honey?” “Yes, my love?” “Say cheese!” “Beg your pard…”
  • He listens to the click and feels your lips on his cheek.
  • This pic now is printed in poster size and framed in the wall of his office.

Saeyoung

  • His phone’s gallery is filled with selfies of you and him.
  • Some look cute, most look messy because they are usually taken when you’re not prepared.
  • So it’s time to get your revenge.
  • You even adjust to the photos in sequence feature so you’ll capture his reaction after the kiss
  • You turn to kiss his cheek.
  • He has the same idea and turns to kiss yours.
  • Now you have a sequence of pics of you kissing each other, going from surprised with widen eyes to smiling through the kiss with your eyes closed.

V

  • Not a huge fan of selfies
  • But crazy for pics of you.
  • And he would never say no to your request of taking a selfie with him
  • So you kiss his cheek
  • And he doesn’t look flustered at all! He stares at the pic for a few seconds
  • “Hmmm… the light wasn’t that good, my love. I’m afraid you’ll have to take it again.” He keeps saying this after three or four pics.
  • In the end, all of them looked nice, he just wanted the kisses.

Saeran

  • Hates selfies. H A T E S
  •  He doesn’t see the point at all!
  • But he’ll agree reluctantly after you whine a lot.
  • You kiss him as you take the pic
  •  He twitched in surprise and the pic turned out a little blurry
  • You feel really bad for making him uncomfortable, apologizing and telling him you’ll delete it. He stops you. “I can try to use an editor. Can you… can you send me?”
  • This pic is the wallpaper of every device he has, and he never used an editor on it.
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INTP vs Obstacles

INTP: walks into every edge of wall, bed frame, chair, table and even trips on perfectly even floor.

Also INTP: walking seamlessly across crowded street without bumping into anyone and reaching the destination without looking at where she/he’s going while being engrossed with the hp/psp/nds/etc.

anonymous asked:

idk if anyone has already asked but top 10 yuuri and phichit moments in collage or in general??

I’m going to make this top 10 Yuuri and Phichit moments in college because Yuuri and Phichit’s college misadventures is my lifeblood


Top 10 Yuuri and Phichit Moments In College:

10) Yuuri is a complete night owl. He works best at about about midnight and runs almost entirely on coffee during early morning practices. Phichit on the other hand is that one unfairly perfect person who enjoys getting up at 6am to take aesthetic photos of the sunrise and has never touched coffee before. Yuuri has never been more envious of another person in his life

9) Once, they mutually decided that it would be fun to try and re-enact the skating sequences from ‘The King and The Skater’. Phichit already knew them off by heart so Yuuri learned them for Phichit in a day and they managed to skate the whole thing pretty much flawlessly, in-character and all. Phichit still considers it one of their greatest achievements and it’s one of his most liked posts on Instagram to date. The actors of the film even commented on it and he printed out the comments to frame on his wall.

8) One year Yuuri had a terrible professor who refused to cut him any slack even though he was a professional athlete with some serious additional commitments. The teacher scheduled a test the day Yuuri arrived back from a competition when he knew he would be way too exhausted to be able to concentrate properly. Phichit knew how nervous Yuuri was about the whole thing so just before the test began he burst into the room yelling at the top of his lungs that there had been a skating emergency and Yuuri had to leave immediately. He acted it out so well, tears and all, that the teacher let Yuuri go out of pure confusion and worry, giving Yuuri an extra day to prepare.

7) They got drunk for the first time together. Yuuri bought the alcohol and they spent the night laughing hysterically over films and trying to drunk make pizza at three in the morning. They also went out drinking for the first time together and woke up the next day with mutual hangovers and about a million selfies of them and people they had never met before from the club on Phichit’s phone. Both they considered excellent nights.

6) Speaking of drinking, while they usually go out together, when they don’t they are each other’s sober contacts to call if the other needs help home. Yuuri has rescued Phichit from trying to drunk demonstrate one of his routines on roller-skates in a car park at two in the morning (it’s a long story) and Phichit managed to talk Yuuri down from pole dancing on a lamppost and carried him home.

5) They are usually both pretty good at doing their work on time but during the competitive season sometimes deadlines get forgotten, meaning they have both been the person from this vine before when remembering an essay is due last minute

4) In reference to my top ten list of pranks they played on each other, there was an epic extended prank war when they were both in college that went on for about two years and only ended when Celestino finally banned it in exasperation

3) They had both been learning bits of Japanese/Thai for years for each other but when they got older they both made a concentrated effort to become more fluent, both because it was a nice gesture and also to be able to talk shit about people they didn’t like to each other in public places without anyone else being able to understand

2) In reference to my top ten about Yuuri being a great friend to Phichit, Phichit was dating a cute exchange student for a year but eventually the student had to go back home and they both decided long distance was never going to work and split up amicably. Phichit was still really upset about it though and so Yuuri bundled him up in as many blankets as he could find and fed Phichit ice cream and watched films together until he felt better

1) Yuuri’s family couldn’t make it to his graduation which Yuuri was a little down about. Phichit knew and made it his mission to fill in and so during Yuuri’s graduation ceremony he cheered loudly enough for four, recorded the whole thing while sobbing about how they grow up so fast and dragged Yuuri out to celebrate afterwards for the best party he had ever thrown

second time’s a charm | jjk

summary: what’s the difference between the handsome stranger you slept with last night and the successful doctor that’s your new boss? 99% of people will get this wrong.
{doctor!au}
pairing: jungkook x reader
word count: 2k
genre: fluff
warnings: alcohol mention + implied smut
a/n: guess who’s back and better than ever? not me. i’m sick with a cold. but here’s a little something to get me back on my writing! requested by anon!

Jeon Jungkook is very good at his job.

At least, that’s what you can gather, from all the times you’ve seen his name in the Top Doctor lists from very respectable websites, to the plaques that line the walls of the hospital you work at, to the piles of the medical magazines that all have his name plastered on the cover at the front desk. Your hospital boasts about him, because not all hospitals get to brag about having the best doctor in South Korea in their offices, do they?

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I never meant to make you cry.

Originally posted by lance91leroy

This is a blurb inspired by this post by @secret-rendezvous1d, thank you so much or letting my write this! 

A blurb about a dinner where you flip out at Anne and are left to deal with the consequences. 

You had never been someone to yell at others or start pointless arguments, you could let most things go easily and move on, you knew this and everyone at your house sitting at the table celebrating Harrys tour selling out in Europe knew this too. You were all sitting around the table, yourself and Harry, Gemma and her partner and Anne and the conversation had shifted to grandchildren, you inwardly groaned and tried to avoid the conversation allowing Gemma to talk about their plans to have a few kids now they were married. Your eyes avoided that of those at the table, busying yourself with trying to clean some of the plates at the table, your heart sunk when Anne had said your name and asked you when you were going to give her grandchildren. You looked up and smiled slightly as she started talking about what your children would look like, if they would have Harrys eyes or yours, wether they would be tall like him or short like you. She had looked over to you and asked if you had thought about it and said if you hadn’t you should, “ you wont be able to have children forever my dear” she had said before launching back into various details about your hypothetical children lives, their appearances, their features and accents, things you had thought about continuously, things you and Harry had spoken about as you waited for pregnancy tests and being disappointed when they were negative. You hadn’t meant to scream at her to shut up, you hadn’t meant to slam down the bowl of peas you were holding or to yell at her to mind her own business and that you knew you wouldn’t be young forever and you knew she’d love to have grandchildren because she told you all the time. You hadn’t mean to slam the door to your bedroom so hard you could hear the photo frames on the walls rattle or sit against the door and sob into your arms. Truth be told you and Harry had been trying for the better half of a year to give Anne a grandchild, to have a baby that looked like you and Harry to love and care for, you’d spent the year trying for a baby unsuccessfully in and out of fancy specialists, getting blood drawn, crying over pregnancy tests, seeing fertility doctors and all they could tell you that you were physically fine, and yet a year on and you and Harry had nothing to show for. You had decided not to tell anyone you were trying for a baby, you didn’t want the added pressure onto of what you were putting on yourself, you had been more strict on keeping it a secret after two phantom pregnancies and a miscarriage at the beginning of the year that broke you so much you didn’t known if you could continue to try. So you knew you were out of line for yelling at Anne especially when you could hear her crying downstairs as Harry comforted her, he would be furious at you for the way you spoke to Anne. Despite being married for almost 4 years you’d never seen Harry be more protective over anyone as much as his mother, he never let anyone mistreat her or speak to her rudely, especially when it was his wife, but you wanted nothing more than to have a baby that you just lost it because you couldn’t stand hearing all those things out loud, couldn’t stand the questions of when you were having a baby, because you were trying so damn hard.

You had stayed in your room or the rest of the night, you couldn’t face anyone yet especially not Anne and Harry, despite knowing everyone was staying overnight to wait to hear if the US tour had sold too and that you would see them in the morning right not you just couldn’t do it. You had heard everyone head off to bed as you stayed in the same place in the corner of your room the whole time, next to a box of things you’d both brought for your future child, you had been stupid you thought to buy toys for a child who hadn’t existed yet and despite the sobs that rippled through your body as you held them hope was still present in your heart for a child of your own.  The door had opened letting light into the dark room that was only lit by a small lamp next to your bed, you knew it was Harry by the heavy footsteps that had come up the stairs and especially when he had slammed the door causing you to jump slightly.
“ Yeh owe my mother an apology” he spoke standing at the end of your bed a few meters from you even in the poorly lit bedroom you could see he was angry you didn’t speak to him just nodded scared for the fight that was inevitable at this point.
“Got nothing to say now huh? After you screamed at my mother to shut up and to mind her own business” Harry hardly ever yelled at you but the tone of his voice was filled with enough venom that you could feel the tears welling up again. 
“ What was I suppose to say Harry! Tell her I have been trying to give her grandchildren, that-that I’m filling my body with hormones and getting poked and jabbed at the doctors, that having sex with you is almost a daily chore and that I can hardly look at you with children because it hurts so much and that everyday I loose hope to ever having a baby with you and it hurts so much that having someone tell me that I wont be able to have children forever is enough to make me scream”  you were standing now and couldn’t help the tears that poured down your face or the fact you were shaking almost uncontrollably.
“ You were suppose to tell her that we were trying, not have so little respect for the woman who raised me and ruin everyones night by being a fucking brat” You were sure the hole house could hear your yelling now, you were practically screaming over each other at this point.
“ You will be lucky if she speaks to you again, what happened out there wasn’t right! You weren’t my wife there, you were unfair and harsh to her cruel even! My mother is a strong woman and it takes a lot to make her cry and you did” His words felt like a punch to the gut, you had always looked up to Anne as a strong woman and you felt terrible for what you had done to the woman who had taken you in with open arms, who had held you as you broke when your own mother had died and always kept you sane when Harry was on tour on the other side of the world and now you’d gone and treated her so terribly.
“ I cant even look at you, get out” he spoke walking towards the door before opening it and throwing a pillow and a blanket from the bed to the hallway, you felt like an animal who’d been sent outside after being naughty.
“ Harry please” you cried walking towards him grabbing his hand only for him to yank it away from yours almost in what looks like disgust.
“ I said get out!”

You had stood in the hallway your bedroom door locked closed you were trying to hold your cries in but your sobbing was probably loud enough now that there was no way anyone in the house could not hear you. You had grabbed your blanket and pillow and headed to the lounge room, your cries not slowing at all as you walked through the pitch black house, you couldn’t even work up the energy to place the bedding onto the couch and instead you curled up into a ball on the soft material on the floor and let out the cries you’d been holding in. You weren’t sure how long you had laid there with your eyes closed shut before a light above you was turned on and Annes all too familiar perfume filled the air as she sat next to you on the floor.
“ Come here my darling, it’s okay” her arms brought you into her chest where you wrapped your arms around her like a small child crying as she patted your hair shushing you.
“ I-I’m s-sorry Anne, I was so rude” you could hardly get words out you were so hysterical.
“ I know your sorry my dear, If id known I would’ve never pushed you like that” You didn’t understand how she could be so lovely to you despite you reaction to her earlier.
“ I never meant to make you cry”  You laid there for a while in silence, your sobs and cries becoming less frequent while she continued to rub your back in a soothing motion.
“ Harrys hates me” you spoke quietly a while later you had sat up on the couch now the two of you still sitting close together.
“ I know my son love, he’s upset and angry, but he could never hate you” Something about her words reassured you a bit, but you knew it wouldn’t be that simple.

You and Anne had spoken for about an hour after that you apologised a dozen of times and she assured you continuously she forgave you. You walked silently back to your room and opened the door to see Harry laying facing away from you on his phone the light illuminating the otherwise dark room. You didn’t know what to say to him, you wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms and for him to hold you and kiss your head goodnight, but you weren’t stupid enough to realise it wasn’t that easy. Your head reeled with thoughts that you’d go near him and he’d tell you to get out, that he hated you and that he didn’t love you, and although you knew they were in your head, it didn’t stop the fear from creeping up, You pulled your clothes off replacing it with one of his shirts from the floor and placed the pillow he’d thrown out for you on the bed softy not wanting to disturb your husband too much.
“ I said I didn’t want to see you” his words weren’t laced with anger this time but he still stayed facing away from you as you pulled back the blankets and slipped in facing your back to his.
“ Do you still love me?” your words were softer than you thought they’d come out, your voice had cracked at the end and you were almost scared to hear his answer. He turned around in the bed to face your back you couldn’t see him but his brows were furrowed at why you would ask such a question.
“ I will always love you, you drive me crazy y/n, and sometimes you make so mad that I say harsh things but I love you” his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you in close and he placed a kiss on your head.
“ I hope our babies are like your mum, strong and forgiving” You wrapped your hands in his kissing his knuckles softy, you would never have thought that night would result to anything good, but in a few months time you laid in that same position and said the same sentence this time 5 months pregnant.


This is one of my favourite pieces Ive written so I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did. Please reblog if you liked it, it helps my little blog out a lot. Feel free to request things it makes me super happy! x ohsweetkiwi 

I can tell you right here and now why Hogwarts don’t use pencils and instead use freaking quills (the worst writing implement I’ve ever held in my hand) and it’s all because of this British school bullroar called “brand image”

The reason we have uniform, out side of trying to avoid class privelage, is that we use our students as human billboards advertising our schools.

But schools don’t just sell an image. They also sell a mythology. Schools put loads of effort into cultivating a history for themselves. You end up with things like photos of trees framed on the wall. Trees! Sometimes as students you’re collectively required to do things which make no sense. I remember in primary school the ENTIRE school had to learn and perform an entire song and dance, and then perform it, in front of nobody. But that event can then be part of the school mythology and used to sell the brand image.

Hogwarts is a school of witcraft and wizardry. And God damn it, the teachers will force you to LARP as witches and wizards to the maximum if it will reinforce their brand image and make sure wizarding families dont start getting thoughts about Durmstrang.

Breaking your Rule

GOT7 Jinyoung x Reader
Genre: Smut/ Angst / Fluff
Warning: Explicit and Swear words
Word Count: 12k+

Summary: You had your rules. No dating or hooking up with any of your brother’s friends and that included housemates. You learned your lesson from the last time you were burned. But you saw no harm in flirting with his housemate Jinyoung and keeping up the sexual repartee.

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Really? Him?

Request: Hi!! I was wondering if i could request a eddie kaspbrak x reader where the reader is richies sister and is secretly dating eddie but richie finds out and is mad at first but gets happy when he sees how good they are together??

Pairing: fem!Reader / Eddie Kaspbrak

Fandom: IT 2017

Warnings: Swearing.


Really? Him?

Y/N and Eddie were more than ready to celebrate a full six months together after successfully hiding their relationship from Y/N’s brother, Richie. Of course Y/N wanted to tell Richie, but if she knew the first thing about him, she knew he would absolutely flip his lid! It wasn’t even a precaution, she just knew. It was impossible to tell him anything along the lines of Y/N dating anyone let alone his best friend. That was an utter violation of the bro code.

But Y/N was happy, and she was sure that he would accept them being together in time yet still didn’t want to tell him alone. It was utterly ridiculous, but here they were, passing each other little kisses in Y/N’s room whilst working on their homework together. That was until Richie walked in unannounced in the middle of one of their little pecks.

And it was needless to say that he was beyond mad! Y/N could practically see the smoke come out his ears and his face turn red with anger, or from him holding his breath too long. She didn’t know the difference but she assumed both were bad.

“You’re joking! You’re completely kidding me! This is unbelievable! That’s my fucking sister you twat-waffle! Are you insane?” Richie exclaimed to a now flinching-at-every-shout Eddie before Y/N stepped in.

“Shut the fuck up! I’m old enough to look out for myself, you should know that by now!” She retaliated sharply, her eyes ablaze as she stood up from her original seat, coming in just slightly shorter than her brother.

“Really? Him?! The guy that has not one, but two fanny packs?!” Richie returned, passing an aggressive glare between the two of them. His eyes seemed twice as mad as well as twice as large behind the glasses, Eddie wasn’t sure if his heart was going to burst from his chest or if he had just ruined not only a siblinghood, but a friendship too. He stood up, coming to about Y/N’s height, though still just a bit shorter.

“Trashmouth—” Eddie started, only to be cut off by Richie’s clearly unhappy voice.

“Do not call me that right now.” He stated clearly through gritted teeth, Eddie was sure his glasses would fog up at the heat coming from his face.

“Richie—,

I love her, even if you.. don’t agree with it. She actually makes me feel like I don’t need to wash my hands ten times with hand sanitizer every time I touch her.” Eddie explained but it was no use, Richie was already storming out of the room and slamming the door shut behind him. The picture frame on the wall banged noisily against the wall at the force of the door, leaving everyone unhappy and silent.

*

After what seemed to be an hour or so, Eddie went home, apologising for what felt like the millionth time to Y/N. She didn’t care anymore, she knew it was just her brother having a strop because Eddie was his friend first. She knew it would be back to normal in a week or so anyway.

But it seemed that time would come sooner rather than later. Richie slowly slipped into the room, eyes wide like a deer in headlights and his steps quiet. He wandered to Y/N’s bed whilst she watched him like a hawk, her face showing clear unhappiness.

“I want to apologise for getting mad, it was really rude and disrespectful of me. You both are old enough to not make mistakes.” Richie explained, plopping himself onto her bed with a short huff.

“But he had two fanny packs, Y/N. you need to admit that’s so weird!” Richie exclaimed, actually making Y/N laugh so hard tears dropped from her eyes. She threw both arms around her brother and gave him a tight squeeze, closing her eyes and embracing the moment.

“Thank you for getting protective, Richie, but next time you make a scene I’m going to kick you so hard in the wang you’ll never walk again.” Y/N warned, standing up and leaving the room with a devilish smirk, followed by a playful cackle.

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Pairing: Ivar x Reader
Summary: Modern Au. Reader needs some self defense and meets Ivar the trainer.

Length: Long

Warnings: NSFW, Swearing, ex-boyfriend situation, explicit, slight choking, detailed smut
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Tom Holland Imagine - I Have Questions

request: tom imagine on the song I Have Questions - camila

a/n: based very loosely on the song I Have Questions by Camila Cabello. i love this song sooooo much but it’s so sad

word count: 1542

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tagged: @pakistaaani

Originally posted by coffee-with-a-hint-of-fuck-you


“What are you doing here?” you asked him as he stood on the doorstep of the house the two of you had bought together five years ago; the house you had made a home together, filling it with happy memories which you’d hung in mismatched picture frames on the walls over the years - these picture frames were now shattered in tiny pieces across the wooden floors of the house after your fit of rage the night he left; the house which was now filled with an eerie silence and the ghosts of your once perfect relationship; the house he’d abandoned you in five nights ago after giving up on your relationship.

 “I’m sorry,” he said, his eyes tearful. “I didn’t… I never meant for it to be this bad. Please let me in, I just want to talk about it.” You were close to slamming the door in his face, but you resisted. The temptation of welcoming him back home was too strong. The hope of him changing his mind, going back on his word, was still there.

“I have questions for you,” you said, finally opening the door enough for him to enter. “Is it my fault?” you asked sitting on the coffee table in the lounge as Tom sat on the sofa he’d picked out eight months ago after he redecorated the lounge as a surprise while you were away working.
“No,” his face softened slightly. “No of course not. It’s not you, it’s-”
“It’s not you, it’s me,” you finished for him. “Really? You’re gonna use that bullshit?” Tom hung his head, almost in shame, realising how pathetic his clichéd excuse was. “Why, Tom? Do you even care about any of this? Do you care?” you gestured to the house around you, tears pricking at your eyes. “Why don’t you care about this life we’ve been building together over the past decade? Why don’t you care?”

Almost ten years ago, you had met Tom at a mutual friend’s birthday party and the two of you were smitten with one another instantly. You’d fallen in love with him fast. He’d seen you at your worst, and you’d seen him at his; when things didn’t seem to go the way either of you had planned in terms of your careers, or sour friendships, or just life in general, you always had each other to come home to. He was the only constant in your life, even if he was travelling throughout most of the year for his job. You had had rocky patches in your relationship in the past, of course, but neither of you had ever walked out before, never even threatening to do so. 

“You took your ring off,” his breath hitched in his throat as he noticed the engagement ring he’d given you three years ago wasn’t in its usual spot on the fourth finger of your left hand. You nodded as you bit down on the inside of your cheeks to stop the tears from spilling. Tom rubbed his hands over his face, the skin of his hands catching on the stubble he hadn’t managed to shave. 

“I couldn’t look at it anymore,” you said quietly. It was upstairs, in the drawer of his bedside cabinet, in the box it had came in when he bought it. You’d only brought yourself to take it off last night. Keeping it on had only reminded you of what you once had, and it kept a niggling thought in the back of your mind that he might come home and tell you it was only a joke, that he wasn’t really leaving you. 

“Is there someone else?” you finally asked the question you didn’t have the courage to ask him the other day. It had been your first thought when he announced he was ending the relationship. He didn’t flinch at your question, not bothering to even lift his head up to look at you. “Oh God,” you exhaled shakily. Your chest felt heavy, knowing his answer without him having to say a word.
“It’s not what you think,” he said bluntly.
“Yeah, well, it never is, is it?”
“Let me explain, y/n, please.”
“I should’ve never ever trusted you,” you thought aloud. “Ten years, Tom. Ten years we’ve been together. Why don’t you care?”
“I do care.”
“No you don-”
“Yes, y/n. Yes I fucking do care. Why do you think I came back here, huh? Why do you think I’m talking to you in here rather than upstairs packing my stuff?” Tom sounded angry, his voice raised. His jaw was tense, and the vein in his temple was slowly becoming more prominent. His fists were balled in his lap, his knuckles turning an ice white. “I care. I care too fucking much,” he spat. “It’s killing me.”

“How long have you been cheating on me?” You asked after a long, uncomfortable silence.
“It’s not… I wasn’t… I’m not..” he stumbled over his words.
“Answer the damn question, Tom!”
“Four months,” he whispered. He lifted his head to look at you through teary eyes. “I’m sorry.” His voice sounded desperate. “Babe. Baby, please!” he called after you as you stood from you seat on the coffee table and left the lounge. 

He followed you into the kitchen as you hurriedly tried to escape him. As he grabbed your wrist you turned to face him, brushing him off of you. He was crying now, sobbing even. Whenever you had seen Tom like this, you’d kissed him and held him in your arms, comforting him until he calmed down. But you couldn’t do that now, as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t wipe away his tears. 

“After everything Harrison went through when Rachel cheated on him. You know how much that ripped him apart.” Six years ago, Harrison’s ex-girlfriend, Rachel, was sleeping with another man, and it had been Tom that had walked in on them. Of course, he’d told Harrison straight away, and he and Rachel had broken up, leaving you and Tom to pick up the pieces of Harrison’s broken heart. You’d both cried with Harrison, his misfortune paining you and Tom equally. You’d promised neither of you were ever to go through anything like that again. “Please, Tom. I’m waiting for an explanation.”

Tom took a deep breath to try and steady his racing heartbeat. His left hand rubbed at the skin of his right arm fiercely, a nervous habit he had picked up. With shaky hands, you wiped the tears from your cheeks, watching as he fidgeted under your gaze.

“I stopped seeing her,” he told you. “I know that doesn’t make it any better. I know. And I thought it would be okay, I thought I could just forget about it, like it was just a blip in our relationship. We’ve been together for almost eleven years, y/n. That’s a long time.”

“It’s not an excuse.”
“I know that,” Tom was sombre, his heart was heavy with sadness. “It was last year, the end of July. I… I ended it just before Christmas. I thought that if you never found out it would all be okay. And it was. We were so fucking good right after it, don’t you remember, baby? It made me realise how much I love you. I’m so fucking in love with you, babe. The, uhm, the affair just proved that to me. But then I kept having dreams of you finding out, and it made me feel so guilty and it was eating away at me. I just couldn’t put you through that. I thought that maybe if I ended it, with no explanation, I thought it would save you from heartbreak.”
“I gave you all of me, Tom. My blood, my sweat, my heart, and my tears. Everything. You know everything about me. I thought I knew everything about you too.”

“It’s been killing me,” he continued. “It’s killed me thinking of you alone in this house. I thought I at least owed you explanation.” His eyes followed you as you took a seat at the dining table, both of you unsure of what to say. “I love you,” Tom concluded. “I love you so much. I still want to marry you, babe. I still want to live in this house with you. I still want to start a family with you. I still want all of the future we planned together. If you’ll let me?”


“No,” you said, shaking your head.

“No?” Tom questioned, his voice wobbling. “I’m your soulmate, y/n. Don’t you remember what we used to say? We’re so lucky we found our soulmates so young because we have so much more time to spend together. Don’t you remember? You’re my soulmate. My fucking soulmate. I don’t want this to end. I can’t leave you. The other day, it was just the guilt, I know I needed to tell you. I needed to come clean. But we can try again, right?” He was almost begging you now. “We can forget about all of this. It’s just a bump in the road. You’re still my soulmate. This doesn’t change the fact you’re my soulmate.”

“Maybe I don’t believe in soulmates anymore, Tom.”